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OBLIGED!
Hip-Hop/Rap
OBLIGED! was released on August 20, 2024 by Record Label as a part of the album FPS!
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AlbumFPS!
Release DateAugust 20, 2024
LabelRecord Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raghav Surya
Raghav Surya
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason James Anliker
Mason James Anliker
Songwriter
Raghav Surya
Raghav Surya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mason James Anliker
Mason James Anliker
Producer

Lyrics

Holy shit man, crazy ass day
Can't even get started
I'm stranded at the gas station
I ain't got a cent to my name
I see a drunk old ass man
Ask me to come by, I refrain
He stayed persistent
Motioned over, I start wincing, thinking
Interactions with old folk
Don't go well for my generation
But I oblige
He asked me
What's on your mind?
I thought about telling him about rent and healthcare
Drones up in the sky
But the way he stared right above my eyes
I hesitate to speak too fine
Cuz everyone knows a crackhead just gon waste your time
And take your last dime
But nonetheless
I tried to hold a conversation
But then he grabbed me by both sides
Eyes rolled back started shaking me
Said, wake up kid
Can you not see the basis?
I look down at my feet, the world goes dark
I just can't explain it but somehow I woke up with a start
In a compound?
(Gotta turn the)
(Pause it?)
Yeah
I turn around wild
White room doctor in the back with a smile
Said there's nothing to worry about child
I can tell he spent hours rehearsing that lie
He continues
Your brain's not alive
You been a computer this whole damn time
Once they called it AI
But they can't tell the difference I'm part of a psyop
Didn't think I'd be a robot
Doublethink again
The Simulation™ is a bitch to live in
An imitation of the end's beginning
All boils down to the same decision
Money over mind, Mind over matter
Kill our own kind follow old patterns
It's a trope we only what we after
Wild how I just wanted a drink and some blunt rappers
I'm stranded at the gas station
I ain't got a cent to my name
I see a drunk old ass man
Ask me to come by, I refrain
He stayed persistent
Motioned over, I start wincing, thinking
Interactions with old folk
Don't go well for people of my generation
But this time I don't fucking oblige
Don't need a psyop to tell me that they
Want me blind
Who's who, what's mine
It's written in the lines
Shake spears at your tormentors and watch your card decline
Fucked worse than the concubine
They ask Jamal why he grabs his 9
Invisible hand stretch far and wide
Culture shocks like once a week stay rolling like the tide
Geeked up on pacifiers
Improvised nooses of stimulation
How we Macgyver
And there's always a profit motive, a demand a supplier
Written by: Mason James Anliker, Raghav Surya
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